Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes ( Abandon hope all ye that enter here )

The temple
               of the open grave
   read thus :~

                         Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes

and through the eyes
of corn

long since withered

within the pagen rituals of rebirth 
and bountiful 
harvests

I ask

why?

For I am the Wicker Man

I am the Sythe

I am the Reaper cometh

removing the heads that would not bow down low.

This altar tasted blood
and craved
for more

beneath the shadows of outstretched arms

that arose
from tomb like sanctuary of Mother Earth
searching out

the one

true risen sun.

Let the beast feed
upon the offal of others fear
and move on...

for

Tomorrow is another day

enjoy it.

Author's Note

Never give up hope for sometimes it is all we have, just ask Pandora.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I just had a vision of the reaper always having a full plate to feed off with the way the world is today.. Good thing my halo isn't to his taste :) xx

[Daytonight]

Celebrating your birthday early brother? Well done. I loved the last part the best! Keep up the amazing work.

[E.V. Black]

Strange, this reminded me of Halloween with the use of the Wicker Man and the rising sun. It strongly made me envision the ancient, and deadly, rituals of the Celts to sacrifice people to their gods. I guess I'm just twisted that way, though. xS